A horse walks into a bar and the barman says
“Clyde! Didn’t think we’d see you back in here again. Didn’t you move up to
Manhattan to take that job with the United Nations?”
“Oh yeah, I had to pack that in” said the horse. “The work was prestigious and I got
to travel a lot and the money was good…”
“But that sounds great! What happened, then?” asked the barman.
“Well, work-wise it was fine but the wife didn’t like it. Our home life became a little UN stable”